NOTT, thoedore royce

[theodore royce nott]

THEODORE ROYCE NOTT

AGE Twenty
PROFESSION Ministry worker- department of mysteries
CANON Yes
BIRTHDATE September 25th
FORMER HOUSE Slytherin

LIKES

• Classical music
  
• Seduction
  
• Puzzles and riddles
  
• Late nights and early mornings
  
• Finesse
  

DISLIKES

• Muggles/ muggle-borns/ halfbloods/ blood traitors
  
• Disloyalty and disrespect
  
• Weaknesses and/or flaws
  
• Failure
  
• Tea
  

STRENGTHS

• Charm
  
• Intelligence
  

WEAKNESSES

• Impulsive
  
• Cynical
  
• Closed-minded
  

BOGGART His mother
PATRONUS In the form of a raven, his patronus is formed when Theodore thinks of the first time that his father verbally told him that he was proud of him.

DISTINGUISHABLE FEATURES Unblemished
PLAY-BY Francisco Lachowski

FAMILY MEMBERS

• Marcel Bernard Nott (father) – Imprisoned former Death Eater
  
• Anita Harriett [Nee Jensen] Nott (mother) – Deceased
  
• Dante Paolo Nott (grandfather) – Imprisoned former Death Eater
  
• Calista Savannah [Nee Quincy] Nott (grandmother) – Retired Healer
  

PETS A barn owl named Lotti
GENERAL HISTORY Theo was raised in a very prejudiced household, his entire family being Death Eaters and/or blood purists. They were supporters of Lord Voldemort and for that paid a rather hefty price. While all members of the immediate Nott family held respectable jobs, it was the side dealing that truly brought the family its wealth. Theodore grew up in the lap of luxury while his father and grandfather poured ideals into his young impressionable mind. It was obvious from a young age that Theodore was very clever. He had a tendency to jump into conversations that weren’t meant for children his age, always weighing in on the subject and showing off his rather bright mentality.

In the course of his time at Hogwarts, Theo mostly kept to himself, despite the groups that were prone to forming based on lineage. He felt superior to most of the boys at school. While they were busy indulging in childish spats and rivalries Theodore was enriching his mind and laying quite a bit of charm on the lovely females in the Slytherin house, and select Ravenclaws. Still, solitude was more of his forte. Voldemort’s fall brought great tragedy to the Nott family. Both his father and grandfather were sentenced to life in Azkaban. With the new government in place and his family’s involvement with Lord Voldemort, it was a bit difficult for Theodore to get a job at the Ministry of Magic, but his test scores, being as impressive as they were, made it impossible for him to be denied as an applicant to the Department of Mysteries. Discrimination was not to be tolerated and it seemed the muggle lovers dream left it open for evils to seep back into the wood works and lay in wait.

The first year at the Ministry, like the majority of new employees, was spent at the lowest level of his department. Theo was an errand boy, though the official title was intern, for a man names Rufus Shidecker, who was the curator of The Hall of Prophecy. It was only into Theo’s second year at the Ministry that he promoted; now cataloguing and sorting all prophecies that come through.

PLAYER’S ALIAS J
PLAYER’S FAVOURITE COLOUR Teal
WRITING SAMPLE:

”Perhaps dream may become reality if you so will it.” Dominic offered. Having never seen Payton dance, and never having claimed to be an expert in dancing technique, there was no possible way that Dominic could actually know this, but he did believe that there was a chance and that was all that he needed to make such an offer as he had. He found that he was prone to supporting the underdogs. It could have simply been his fondness of triumph in the most unlikely of people, it made for a better story usually, and if there was one thing that Dom craved it was a good story- his love for literature and all.

It was true. Dominic had a passion for beauty that few young men his age possessed. In a lot of ways he supposed that he was mature beyond his years. Even so, there were still some things that Dominic thought, and on occasion did, that were precisely what one might expect of a sixteen year-old boy. He gave a sober nod in agreement, not flinching in the slightest as her hand came to rest upon his. He was immeasurably comfortable around women, touching them, being touched by them, emotionally, physically, what have you Dominic had a rather sophisticated reaction to such things.

“I can think of nothing that would please me more than to see you dance, Payton.” He had thought about it already, imagined her body dancing so nimbly to some beautiful composition. She had likened herself to a caged bird and to see her spread her wings to fly would be superb. Taking another taste of his tea he was reminded of doing the very same thing with his mother. She wasn’t around a lot but when she was she never failed to indulge in that particular tradition. Medical school and then her practice in Nottingham had taken up an awful lot of Catherine’s time and then her early death had put the enjoyment of their brief but quality time together short. Rather than it turning him away from drinking tea now, or forming sadness in his expressions, Dominic found himself smiling. She had told him to celebrate the good memories in life rather than dwelling on the ones that caused despair. Dominic made it a point to honour her memory often.

Payton wasn’t wrong, and the question pulled him out of his thoughts to grace her with a charming smile, an extension of the one that had adorned his lips at the thought of his mother. “I enjoy sailing.” It had been something that his father had taught him when he had finally met the man. Leonardo was where he got his good looks from. The Brazilian heartthrob, as his mother would call him. Catherine had been a beautiful woman of course but Dominic looked nothing like her. She was very fair, blonde hair, blue eyes, and skin the colour of porcelain… and Dominic was the typical tall, dark and handsome, though there was very little that was typical about him. Adjusting the glasses on a more comfortable spot on the bridge of his nose he took another sip of his tea. “I also hunt with my grandfather.” Armistead was a big fan of the sport.


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